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Instantly, the steel wire disintegrated into several black needles. She counted the needles, and there were precisely eighty-one of them. “Huff!” Thea took a deep breath. “Is this a coincidence or fate?” She was slightly perplexed. James obtained Crucifier, which could save lives, but she acquired Exalter, which was for taking lives. Moreover, she also found the Book of Malice. Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy.

The woman Harrison Sterling murdered to secure his corporate throne. Elena dropped the book onto the table, a cold, paralyzing terror seizing her entire body. She looked up into Alexander's icy-blue eyes, her chest heaving as the room fell into a deathly, suffocating silence. The corporate war for the shipping routes was over, but a far more terrifying, multi-generational blood secret had just been unearthed from the grave.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Senna I think the dead have a way of making the living talk. It’s the only way I can explain why a man I don’t know just gave me the key to a murder. He didn't even know he was doing it. “Sit down on the stool,” I said. “The light is better over here.” The man groaned as he sat. He smelled like old dust and wet horse. He was a merchant, the kind that carries silk and spices between the big packs. His clothes were nice, but they were covered in mud from the road. He held his right arm against his chest.

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

I say, chugging half of my beer. My gut flips thinking about Hazel riding in a car with drugs. With a loaded gun that isn’t in capable hands. There’s no way Hector knows his way around any real weapons, let alone how to protect her. It’ll only take one junkie who doesn’t know who he is, or they’re too high to care. “There’s this too,” he says, waving at the bartender who brings a newspaper. My gut fully sinks as I take in the headline: “Drug Dealers Robbing Drug Dealers, Five Dead.”

His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear. He guffawed as he swung his bat and walked on the shards of glass. He opens the zipper of his leather jacket, ignoring the yelps of the staff of the hotel. He pulls out a thick black book, with skull carvings on its cover. This is the Death Book, the list of humans who are destined to die. But he is not here to act as a grim reaper; he is here to act like a murderer. He flips the pages and hides them back in his jacket. A purple orb flew above him, leaving a trail of purple glitters. The orb sliced itself into two, making a Pacman with a purple color.

“You ok?” “Yeah. I just wanted to get a present for Russell.” “Giant cookie? Great gift idea. Nothing says ‘Proud of you’ like a cookie bigger than your head.” “Yeah. Well, I better go. We’re planning the event for my book launch.” “Last in the series, right? We finally find out what happened to Emily’s mother?” “Maybe. Felicity’s Books is doing preorders by the way. All signed.” “Already placed my order.”

And that they were coming for me. Bran clenches his jaw and fists while reading. "So it was official. He didn't just steal the book-he killed your grandmother for it. And now you're the target? This explains a lot. The strange creatures who attacked the Misfits and Starlight, the lurking figure and all." Aunt Merle's expression is blank, yet her eyes show sorrow. "He knew what he was doing. He knew the book was dangerous, but he wanted it anyway." I swallow hard, staring at the ink on the page as if I can force it to tell me more. "But why? What did he think he could do with it?"

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